I am my own person, and I am a weirdo. I knew that from day one I wouldn’t fit in. I get along with most people just fine, on the surface. I can’t get close! Because my emotions and whatnot, they’re scary to most.
One day I met a welcoming, friendly face. One.
Beauty school is a mistake, but one I’m going to learn from.
When your comfort and feeling of foundation starts to die out, that’s when you draw into your hole and write about it.
We can’t expect anyone to understand the urge, I sure don’t. But when things start to crumble, our choices narrow. For one day, I started to think maybe someone understood.
Sylvain Rouvier, The Man in The Woods (2013)
Beka Pkhakadze, Fog. (2013)
I love you and I hate you. I’m attracted to you and repulsed by you at the same time. this is a new kinda feelin. kinda dig it baby yeah. hate me love me. you my best friend and enemy. I fuckin love u you controlling jealous asshole. hahahahaha